I’m broad shouldered. let’s see…” She can feel her heartbeat in her chest. XXX But, under the book, she notices that my finger is touching the skin of her knee, just under her dress… Her voice betrays her arousal, contrary to her faux protestations… She feels my touch, tracing lightly on her skin, under the book. Faster..harder..in circles over it..faster…breathing deep. Not here… She begins reading aloud. She closes her eyes. I’m so close. It is interesting, and so she sits at a secluded corner table, with her back against the book sheleves, with a book resting on the table. her voice is unsteady, breathy, and she has to pause again… She cannot get enough air…
